The Poinciana Bar
The sign outside the bar says 'COUNTRY MUIC'
The 'S' fell off a long time ago
Pool, pinball, Space Invaders
Plays right along with our show

The bartender's watching the game on TV
And the restrooms are starting to stink
The boss is away, and he's got our pay
And they wonder why pickers all drink!

Lord, take me far from the Poinciana Bar
I'll sing in church on Sundays and sell this damn guitar
I'm just drinking up my money, and I'll never be a star
Workin' at the Poinciana Bar

And then, at closing time, the bartender relays this message:

(They sing:)
"The boss liked your music, don't ya know
(Jack recites:)
And he really hates to have to let you go
Why, he thinks of you as friends
He may have you back again
(They sing:)
But he's found another band for half the dough."

And then you recall your agent's words:

"My percentage just went up, your percentage just went down
Inflation is rough on us all
If you don't get your money by Saturday night
Give my answering service a call."
(Repeat chorus twice)
Workin' at the Poinciana Bar
Workin' at the Poinciana Bar

Words and music by Jack Blanchard. 2001 Bird Aveue Music (BMI). All rights reserved. Reprinted by kind permission of the author.
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